Welcome to a guest post by author S.W. Vaughn. The guest post is on a great topic 5 things you don’t need to know about me. Now as I like to be nosey with authors and find out if they are boxers or briefs and anything else I can find out I know this to not be true. Enjoy the top 5 and check out Broken Angel book #1 in the House Phoenix series.
5 Things You Don’t Really Need to Know About Me (and a Free Book for Everyone!)
First, thanks so much for having me over, Jess!
I thought pretty hard about what to write in this post. Mostly, I thought about all the other author guest posts out there that seem to cover the same topics. My writing process. How I got published. Where I get my inspiration.
It’s not that I think that stuff is boring. But when I’m wondering about authors as a reader, these aren’t the questions I want to ask. I want to know whether Stephen King has ever slept in a coffin, or if Anne Rice has ever considered putting blood in her tea. I wonder about the weird things.
So, I decided to share five weird things about me that you never would’ve thought to ask.
1. I don’t like wearing socks. This is actually part of my Twitter profile, but I never get to expand on it (because, ya know…Twitter, 140 characters, not much room). I don’t know what it is about them, but I just feel better without socks. And when I do wear them, mostly in the winter, they usually don’t match. I’m wearing one white and one blue sock right now—and my boots are untied.
2. Item #3 on my bucket list: Swim to Japan. I hate planes. I mean, loathe. I have never flown, and if I ever did get on a flying contraption, someone would have to Mr. T me aboard (remember The A-Team…no? Well, damn, I’m old). But I desperately want to visit Japan. Therefore—swim!
3. When I go to the theater, I ask for extra butter on my popcorn. Calories, shmalories. That butter-like substance is awesome!
4. I can’t bend the top joint of the ring finger on my left hand. This is because, when I was an idiot child, I was playing the real-life redneck version of Pitfall by jumping from roof to roof in a backyard collection of wrecked cars. I missed by a few feet and somehow managed to fall finger-first into a pile of broken glass. Coincidentally, my parents were just returning from the hospital with my brother, who’d closed his elbow in the hinge of a recliner, when they had to turn around and rush me there. They weren’t too happy about that.
5. My treadmill is haunted. I have a five- or six-year-old, secondhand motorized treadmill with a magnetic “key” that turns it on and off. When it’s not in use, the key is stuck to one of the legs—and the readout screen is supposed to be off. But between 3 and 6 times a day, the treadmill lets out a series of beeps and the screen turns on, and a bunch of random zeros march across it. Then it turns off. No one is anywhere near it when this happens.
But enough about me. Here’s how to get your free book!
My thriller, Broken Angel, is free for your Kindle or Kindle app on Amazon for the next five days – from March 5 to March 9. Download it here:
No rules. No limits. No escape.
Praise for the suspense thriller Broken Angel: Book One in the House Phoenix series
“This book was truly magnificent. I could smell the sweat and blood in the ring. Hear the jeers of the audience, and feel the crunch of bone beneath my fist. Vaughn is very good at pulling out the details with stark words and feelings.”
–Jessie Potts, USA Today reviewer (excerpted from Bitten By Books review)
“‘Broken Angel’ is an unrelenting, and exciting, excursion into the depths of criminal underworld darkness with liberal doses of physical and psychological torture. It is not for the faint of heart, but should easily satisfy even the most fervent fans of action oriented entertainment.”
–K. Harris, top Amazon reviewer
“One to re-read on those nights when you’re looking for a truly good read.”
“What can I say…it’s a testosterone-fueled blood bath, and I loved it.”
–Janelle, You Gotta Read Reviews
Excerpt from Broken Angel
Gabriel entered a room half the size of the building, walled with more gray cement. Several heavy bags hung from the ceiling, and a collection of weight machines lined the left wall. A large, roped sparring ring with a black mat floor dominated the far right corner. There were a few warm-up benches and an open door that appeared to lead to a locker room.
Slade pulled the door closed, then reached for the ever-present phone, dialed, and said, “We’re waiting.” He snapped it shut and regarded Gabriel, who stood rigid and mute, hands clenched at his sides.
“I’ll make this easy for you,” Slade said at last.
Gabriel couldn’t suppress a snort. Easy? It would be easier for him to cut off a limb or two with a butter knife than it was to submit to this man, to do his bidding and pretend everything was just fine, thank you.
Slade ignored his sarcasm. “Regarding my terms for your release, and your sister’s. I’ve calculated the amount of money Lillith would bring in should she remain in my employ. I’ll spare you the details of how I arrived at this figure—” He paused to measure the effect his words had. “—but the final tally is ten million dollars.”
“You pulled that number out of your ass.”
“I never guess when it comes to money, Mr. Morgan.” Slade’s blue eyes leveled coolly on him. “I am a businessman, and I deal in profits. Now, if you’d like me to review exactly how much your sister commands per client, or how many years I expect her to last until she’s…”
“Ten million dollars,” Slade repeated, emphasizing every word. “That is the price of Lillith’s freedom. You fight for me, you earn me ten million dollars, and then you and your sister are free to go. Unless, of course, you happen to have that much money on you?” He laughed at the black look Gabriel sent him. “No. I didn’t think so.”
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